Uchiha Minamoto shook his head and cautioned them earnestly.
"Senior Fugaku, Shisui, although I've repaired your Mangekyō Sharingan, don't overuse them.
"Leave border patrol to the regular members. You two should focus on overseeing operations and commanding."
"Understood."
Uchiha Fugaku and Shisui Uchiha nodded together.
"One more thing."
Uchiha Minamoto brought up another matter.
"Although the war on the Northern Front has ended, the Mobile Combat Team's mission isn't over yet.
"Only once Kumogakure's peace delegation arrives in Konoha will the situation on the Northern Front truly be stable.
"At that point, the Mobile Combat Team can officially withdraw and return to the village to rest and regroup."
"Yes, sir!"
Uchiha Fugaku and Shisui Uchiha straightened their backs and answered in unison.
Land of Rain, in an underground cavern.
Obito Uchiha stood alone in the depths of the cavern. He was no longer wearing that orange Spiral Mask, instead leaving his face, covered in twisted scars, exposed.
Daily life in the Akatsuki was not nearly as comfortable as he had imagined.
Orochimaru coveted his Sharingan, Kakuzu coveted his bounty, and Sasori of the Red Sands coveted his body...
Every one of these so-called "comrades" seemed to be secretly looking for an opportunity to stab him in the back at any moment.
Even with Pain and Konan, who had yet to show any ulterior intentions,
Obito Uchiha had not let his guard down completely.
As for Kisame Hoshigaki?
Everything about Kisame Hoshigaki was fine, except that he was a little too weak.
Obito Uchiha felt helpless, too.
The Akatsuki had not become his tool for dealing with Uchiha Minamoto.
Instead, it had become a dangerous place that kept him on edge every day.
Just then,
the ground in the cavern's shadows suddenly began to writhe, and a pitch-black figure slowly